Word: card
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...German bitterness grew really ear nest over "a particularly detestable, low-down British weapon": the "self-igniting leaf." This was described as a three-inch cardboard or celluloid card with a cut-out centre, into which was pasted a flat core of guncotton and phosphorus. When dropped by night, the cards were slightly damp. When they dried out-it might take ten minutes or ten years, depending on where they fell-the reaction of oxygen on phosphorus made them burst into flame. This weapon, railed the Germans, was "obviously directed against the German youth, the German harvest. . . ." Officials complained that...
Last week Superintendent Nourse, decreeing that "the common playing card" was not an educational material, unceremoniously ended the experiment. His decree threw San Francisco's school system into a furor. Indignant parents formed a committee, circulated petitions, marched to Mr. Nourse's office and demanded that contract bridge be made a part of the curriculum. Besides teaching youngsters 1) citizenship, 2) mathematics, 3) how to think, they declared that contract bridge was necessary to their children's vocational training. Explained Mrs. D. R. Minton: "I feel contract bridge is a social asset for my daughter...
...remember that: the first term bill of $110 must be paid at the Harvard Trust Company on or before September 26; the study card with your adviser's signature must be filed at University Hall by 5 o'clock Monday afternoon; swimming tests should be completed as soon as possible...
...nothing had Newsman Phillips spent five days watching Nazi soldiers strut about a prison compound. He noticed the hiker's walk, turned his car around, halted, asked for the man's identification card. Said the fair-haired stranger in a heavy German accent: "I am on my way to Ottawa...
Reporter Phillips overtook the column, cried to the last man: "Sergeant, that man is a German! He has no registration card." Said the sergeant: "You'll have to tell one of the officers." Phillips hurried on, caught up with a lieutenant. Said the lieutenant: "You follow him-we'll catch up with you after the parade." Finally, Phillips spoke to a policeman watching the parade. They jumped into a car and drove after the man. He clicked his heels as they overtook him, saluted, was pinched. He turned out to be Rons Kempe, another escaped Nazi, a veteran...